Let's descend through fog and rain And see if we can find the same way out Of this whole mess It's not as if we'd lose our lives or be impaled by carving knives just yet No not unless ... We sign the dotted line So everything will turn out fine Let's just discard what makes us tick And act as if we're really thick and slow Take pen in hand And sign the dotted line So everything will turn out fine And if it's not what it appears to be We'll get down on our bended knees And lick the sh** of which they stand Until it shines Let's go away to somewhere new Where people haven't got a clue And blend into the crowd And sign the dotted line So everything will turn out fine And if it's not what it's cracked up to be We'll sit and sick sycophanticly We'll smile and nod and be well dressed For our decline